Chapter: Weekend at the Mansion – Unexpected Twists
The Watson-Mariano mansion was quiet…for now. Jay had collapsed onto the couch, forehead pressed to her palm, feeling a little dizzy and nauseous. Keifer noticed instantly, striding over with that mix of concern and possessive heat he always carried.
"Jay…what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling beside her. His fingers brushed hers, gripping gently.
"I…don't know," she murmured, face pale. "I just feel…weird."
Keifer's eyes darkened slightly. Protective instincts flaring. "Weird how? Are you sick?"
Jay shook her head, trying to downplay it. "I don't think so…just…my stomach."
He raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly despite his worry. "Hmm…maybe your body just misses me too much," he teased, his hand sliding to her waist. "Or maybe it's punishing you for laughing too much at other people's jokes this week."
Jay groaned, swatting his hand lightly. "Keifer! I don't feel good!"
"That's okay," he whispered, leaning close, voice low and teasing. "Because now…you're all mine."
Her stomach twisted again, and she pressed a hand to it. "Keifer…my stomach…ugh…"
He froze, scanning her face, then smirked devilishly. "Hmm…maybe this is your body reminding you…we've been together too much, Jay. Maybe you need more…attention."
Jay's cheeks flushed, despite the nausea. "Keifer…stop teasing!"
"Stop?" he murmured, leaning down, brushing a gentle kiss along her neck. "Never, Jay. But I will take care of you."
She whimpered softly, melting against him. "Keifer…you're impossible."
"And you love it," he whispered, brushing her hair from her face. "Come on, let's get you comfortable. Couch, blankets, maybe something to eat…or maybe something else."
Jay shivered at the teasing tone, gripping his shirt. "Keifer…seriously, I feel…off. Maybe I need rest."
"Rest?" he whispered, eyes flashing mischievously. "Or maybe you just need me…all of me."
Her stomach twisted again, and she groaned softly, half frustration, half anticipation. "Keifer…you're…dangerous."
"Only for you, Jay," he murmured, capturing her lips in a slow, possessive kiss. "And you'll thank me later."
She melted into him, shaky, flushed, and utterly tangled in his arms. Little did they know…this "weird" feeling might be the start of something unexpected. But for now, it was just married chaos, teasing, and possessive, spicy love—and the mansion belonged entirely to Jayfer.
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